Everything (Sergio Ramos)

Chapter 1

I thought it was over as I watched them walk off the field, deflated. It was Spain's first game in the 2012 Euro Cup and they had drew 1-1 to Italy. All hopes of la roja retaining the Cup seemed to be draining away quickly. I should have known better really, as I sat in my mother's living room in Madrid. I should have trusted San Iker and his teammates. Especially him. I should have trusted him like he couldn't trust me. Not after what I did.

I focused on his beautiful face as the team filed off the field and into the tunnel. He looked so sad, not just defeated about the game but something much more. I had done that too him, I was too blame for his sadness, and everyone knew it. It was pathetic really, the way I still watched his games. It was very sad how my heart still raced just at the sight of his face, the way I got butterflies in stomach when I heard his smooth voice.

We had been together not even three months ago. Had I known it would be the last time, the last kiss, the last touch, the last smile, I think I would have stayed there forever, committing his every feature to memory. I would have just stayed in that night, and I would be in Poland now, by his side and he wouldn't be as distracted as the media claimed he was. He? He was Sergio Ramos. I was Ana Sofia Benitez.

My mother always told me to stop waiting for that 'perfect boy' because he's not out there. He doesn't exist. My life isn't an 80s movie. There's no such thing as fairy tales. If you push that boy away, he's not going to come back and comfort you. He's going to leave. Life isn't a movie. But there is such a thing as love. So go out and find it, just not with your hopes as high. And I always remember what my mother said. But she was wrong. Sergio was a perfect boy, my life felt like a fairy tale but she was right about one thing, I pushed him away, and he didn't come back.

I refocused on the television as he was reluctantly pulled into an interview. The sadness in his round, dark brown eyes caused my heart to break a little more. He set his eyes on the floor as the interviewer shot questions at him about the game, his performance and the tournament. The Sergio of the past would be smiling widely, cracking jokes to the interviewer, but all hints of that Sergio was gone to be replaced by a ghost of him, this Sergio was a little broken and filled with sadness. Then came the question I had braced myself for.

"So your girlfriend is not here after... What happened" the interviewer said politely, cautiously. Sergio just nodded curtly, biting on his lower lip gently. "And is this the reason for you being distracted and not playing your best?"

Sergio paused before answering, clearly thinking over his answer before he spoke. "She... She was, is wonderful" He simply stated, my heart was in my mouth beating against my tongue making impossible to speak, breathe even. "What happened is private, and my private life does not affect how I perform on the pitch"

The interviewer just nodded, she knew she had touched on a touchy subject, but seemed keen to press it anyway. "And you can trust her after what she did?"

"Love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubt" It came out of his mouth naturally, like he had been practicing it.

"And will she be joining you before the tournament finishes?"

"Yes" What? This is news to me! I leant forward to hear what else he had to say. Was it possible he was ready to forgive me? No he couldn't, I had tried to explain to him. "Everyone has their own story. A reason why they are the way they are. You have no right to judge because you have no idea what happened in the past. Ana loves me, and I love her, and people in love always find a way"

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